Just a Tiny Drop of Emptiness Watching Itself in a Mirror

I startled.

I thought it was the branches

hitting, sporadically, my window. 

But I was wrong, that was me, too ...

It was me, no longer dressed
in neither my body, nor in my thought

but just wanting to turn the seeing inward. 

I was just a tiny drop of emptiness watching itself in the mirror.

And then I saw : 

After the stars will be extinguished

I will linger
as a lonely, naked, tear

projected unto

the burned retina of the sky.